Sunday morning happy post

Sunday morning, waking up early with, if I was a man, the equivalent of a raging hard-on. Rolled around in bed for a delicious amount of time, replaying scenes with people I've slept with and inventing some with people I'd like to.

I have the house all to myself and I'm happy to be alone. Well, relatively alone - the cat is in the background amusing itself with the carpet. We had a moment last night after I came home slightly drunk. He had been moody and hadn't eaten all day. We did a little dance together in the living room at midnight, after which he suddenly started chowing down on his kibble like it was tuna sashimi. I suppose as creatures we all need some love and dancing to stimulate the appetite.

My mind is working very well, purring away like a high-grade instrument, taking pleasure and feeling anger at the right things, in right amounts.

I am really pleased with my wardrobe, I love all my clothes and shoes. They protect me and seem to set me up for adventure.

I've been listening to music that speaks to the man in me. Johnny Cash, Elvis and The Legendary Tigerman... a one-man blues band. Check this video out:



The man in me... I remember someone saying that people who are a mix of masculine and feminine are the most fun and interesting to hang out with, because they stimulate you on so many levels. Yes, me and Z. have the best time together... he is my favorite. Teehee.

Hey! I'm feeling generous. Here are some pics of Japan for you...

1. In my Sapporo apartment, contemplating the possibility of going out with a blue wig.

2. Rainbow in the Tokyo sky from the weekly apartment where me and J. stayed for a week.

3. Drinking until the sun came out... had to run outside in the freezing air to greet and salute it.

4. Dressed in yukata at the opening party of our Open Studio. I've never been so happy at an opening.

Yangon album

Silly Betta forgot to take an adapter, so the camera gave out after 2 days. Here are some shots I managed to take. You'll have to imagine the rest :)

M.S. (as we jingle past in a trishaw):'Traders Hotel: that's the tallest building in Yangon!'




On the second night, we attend an outdoor theatre/poetry/dance performance set on the grounds of a Hindu temple in a nearby township. I had some problems with the performance, but the setting was beautiful. The text hanging from the trees is the first character in the Myanmar alphabet: 'ka'.




I had my food prepared literally 2 ft in front of me! Too much fun. He's cooking the vegetables I chose. Wonder who's going to pick the pig's nose.




Beautiful Inya lake, perfect dating-spot.




M.D. (a poet, writer and my long-suffering translator), M.S. and Hong,O.B. in the evening light.

Group shot of Myanmar artists and silly old me. Everyone is serious, but I'm grinning like the goddamn Cheshire Cat.

Hong, O.B. in a trishaw. The funnest way to get around Yangon. I was like a kid in a park not wanting my ride to end.

Phones are hot commodities in Yangon. Not everyone has one, so people set up a makeshift 'phonebooth'! So enterprising!

Happy M.S. :)

Random love

B. loves oysters. I love B.

Sock munkey loves Oscar. Very much.

I love when photos look exactly like how you yourself are seeing double.

I love beer. Bali beer.

I love my papi.

Cam-whoration II

BERRY CRAZY ABOUT CHERRIES

Check out the loot. You don't wanna know how much these cost. I was having a bad day ok? I'm worth it.

Mfph. Mfppff. I fuckin' LOVE cherries.

Guess who has half a kilo of fruit in her belly? Cherrie Queen!


FEET

Moody bitch because of sore feet. Sore feet because of too much walking.


Holy swell-a-roony! Kaki gajah! Takpe! Frozen corn kernals to the rescue! Bonus: afterwards can use in nasi goreng.


SCULPTURE BY THE SEA

Betta the all-purpose fig leaf.

This sculpture looks like the baby of Cousin It and Queen Amidala.

Poor tree. Not only caged but swarmed by millions of hyperactive school kids. "What did I do to deserve this? I was just here all by my lonesome; growing, making oxygen. Then some conceptual artist decided to get smart on me".

Betta in her element.

SLUTS

Betta and slutcat who hangs out on the big stairs going up to Victoria St. Definition of slutcats: cats who hang out for random affection from anybody, anywhere. Not selective in who is allowed to rub their belly.



DICE VICE 2

This outcome can be arrived at by this equation: beer + pizza + dice + loonies

B. having a moment.

L.: Holy shit, I won!

NIGHT

Ghostly night shot with J. after mojitos and salsa dancing. At one point we were overcome with nationalism and started singing Negaraku. Aiyo. Nanti kena tangkap ISA.

Cam-whoration

BETTA'S ABODE

Somewhat heavy on the IKEA aesthetic, but the light and view trumps all.

Outside my window: Harry's famous pie shop, the sea, and a tree for privacy.

My working table artfully arranged to give impression of high productivity. Notice bottle of Nutrient Water, proven hangover cure and secret indication of continuous raucous nights.

...the remnants of debauchery. Notice money, dice, junkfood, a little cigarette bud plant.
Need I say more?
BETTA'S RESI-GENG

The lovely, and fully mad S.

The lovely and fully insane B.

Macaroon present from S. Possibly the world's most elegant confection.


BETTA'S OCEANS AND VARIOUS OBSESSIONS (GIVEN OPPORTUNITY TO GROW TO UNHEALTHY LEVELS)

Check out this crazy pool right by the sea. It fills up with water each time the waves come in. Enough to make one die with happiness. Shame on anyone who even remotely entertains the mere thought of a Tsunami joke. SHAME!

Requisite postcard shot. Taken from the top of a hill planted with big friendly trees.

The telescope at the observatory! It was in a big dome which was cranked open via a wheel mechanism. OMG OMG. Yes, I scared everyone - including the guide and the family with children - with my... shall we say, 'enthusiasm'. This was the best day of my life. I saw the sun! And Mars! And Jupiter!

Lord Nelson at the maritime museum. I stood silently before the figure and paid my respects. The handsome brute.

And lastly, I had this ship berthed right outside my window for the better part of two weeks. I would wake up and stare at it for ages. It is a baby version of The Endeavour. Sigh. I is a happy human bean.


...But I still miss home. I miss proper food. I eat a bagel everyday. I never thought I could be sick of blueberry bagels, but it can happen. Majulah mamak untuk negara. I miss beers with the BFF. I miss me doggies (now doggy), me mum and dad, me art scene, and a hundred little things. If anything would keep me here, it's the walking. What freedom, what luxury. Ok. I have to get back to video editing now, something about as exciting as Pak Lah's speeches. Then I can go out and play! Whee. x.

Betta!!

...Where's the pictures? Enough of your goddamned bellyaching. Post some cam-whoring already!

Okok... coming ok?